This Majestic Place
From a deep coma, I slip away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old.
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering treetops stand aside
As heaven claims me for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where I tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Contest of Laura Urbaniak
I Went To Heaven
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